179. Nostalgia

Nostalgia was all Lucien felt right now.

Sitting on the cold floor, in the dark cell with not a single ray of light staring at nothing just nothing.

Waiting to be killed or to be tortured just like the old times while the others outside were enjoying his defeat, probably having drinks and making plans of ways how to torture him.

Lucien's very first memory of his life was when he was alone in the dark cell was made to crawl like a god and eat food that was thrown at the ground just like a dog by his mouth.

There was so many memories in his mind when he was beaten to death every day, when he was burned hafl to death, made to eat alive bugs.

Sometimes sexually assaulted by other objects it used to be painful, very painful and those memories still haunt him, they just wouldn't go away.

Those people who were the part of the council, the leaders, the Law makers, the supreme in power, did all those things and who should he have gone to ask for help to seek justice?

God.

He prayed to god day